Music your hands are no longer here to make Still breaks against my ear, still shakes my heart. Then I feel that I am still before you. You bend above your shadow on the keys That tremble at your touch or crystallize, Water forced to concentrate. In meditation You close your eyes to see yourself more cleary.
Now you know the source of sound, The element bone and muscle penetrate Hoping to bring back beauty. Hoping to catch what lies beyond our reach, you hunted with your fingertips.
My life you found, and many other lives Which traveled through your hands upon their journey. Note by note we followed in your tracks, like Hearing the rain, eyes closed to feel more deeply. We stood before the mountains of your touch. The sunlight and the shade you carried us We drank, tasting our bitter lives more sweetly From the spring of song that never stops its kiss.